Editor's note: The following is a recent Christmas letter to Olive Lane of English from one of her Sunday school students at Tunnel Hill Free Methodist Church in 1949. Lane had about 30 young people in her class that year. Four became preachers and one became a missionary.
Lane, 89, has outlived several of her students but still receives plenty of cards and calls from them, which she calls "the joy of my life."
Lane, whose husband was a preacher from 1959 to 2002, when he passed away, still teaches a Sunday school class at English Wesleyan Church.
Hello Sweet Lady,
Hope this finds you well and still joyful.
I think of you so often. It astounds me that you could survive "your kids" all those years ago. I've never figured out if you loved us that much or no one else would take our class. The latter reason I imagine. Ha!
We will never forget you and what you tried to instill in a bunch of squirming, giggling kids. In some ways, that journey seemed long ago, and in other ways, it seemed like yesterday.
One day, you will hear, "Well done, my child," but I want you to know while you're here that you are precious to us.